This is a song about "Empty room"

Then sit empty in hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Can barely walk the city streets

Lets take this to the room

Won't run out anytime soon

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

What them tippers don't see

Like a balloon...she's empty