This is a song about "Empty room"

Won't run out anytime soon

Across the crowded room,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Then sit empty in hell

Profit it's a empty closet

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

We should fuck each others mothers

Walking with an empty purse

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Self made coming soon

Lets take this to the room