This is a song about "Empty room"

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Say what you wanna but

On an empty stomach

Step back to the dressing room

Self made coming soon

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Across the crowded room,

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Look it something they can't ever see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

When i went to the bath room