This is a song about "Empty promises"

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

I hope i can resist, but i don't make promises

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

A turn of events could be eminence or broken promises

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

If i should die before i wake

Yet i forgot the promises i made

His promises are sealed tight,with some real might

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Promises that had us left assured

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him