This is a song about "Empty promises"

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

The twin towers fell

Then sit empty in hell

Inequality promises

But you hate them navel kisses

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

I like rollin' with friends

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Walking with an empty purse

Profit it's a empty closet

You be on that stalker shit