This is a song about "Empty shows"

Like a balloon...she's empty

I'd done stacked many

If i sent my dad letters

Walking with an empty purse

And american music shows.

Here they keep a rachet close

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

Or let the mob handle that

Profit it's a empty closet

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect