This is a song about "Empty pocket"

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

I think you and your friends

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Another victory i've accomplished, more money in my pocket

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Bored of the shooters

Walking with an empty purse