This is a song about "Empty room"

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

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

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Now that little pre cum gone be having me swollen

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Won't run out anytime soon

When i went to the bath room

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Profit it's a empty closet

Like a balloon...she's empty

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