This is a song about "Empty shoes"

Walking with an empty purse

They slowly showin they colors

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

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

On an empty stomach

And maybe i am but

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues