This is a song about "Empty promises"

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Like a balloon...she's empty

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

But i do quite well with all the bait

Yet i forgot the promises i made

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

His promises are sealed tight,with some real might

On an empty stomach

Say you don’t do what

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty