This is a song about "Empty shoes"

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader

Walking with an empty purse

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Then sit empty in hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Its cold as shit in this booth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see