This is a song about "Empty space"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

I look ahead, i see outer space

Driving my car to a foreign place

See money talk and these days

We're running out of space,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Then sit empty in hell

Breakdancing to melle mel

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Cuz im from an empty space where all u hear is echos

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes