This is a song about "Empty shows"

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Gettin higher den a nose bleed, see to muh shows.

You feel it from your head to your toes

"hello" beckons from my mouth but rarely shows/

Walking with an empty purse

Adabo to my haters

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Like a balloon...she's empty

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect