This is a song about "Empty shoes"

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

On they twitter writing novels, see

Like a balloon...she's empty

Shows to do, got record to sell

Then sit empty in hell

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

No patience, like a empty hospital

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Walking with an empty purse

We should fuck each others mothers

I know you're mad, but so what

On an empty stomach

Profit it's a empty closet

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip