This is a song about "Empty space"

Plenty of space to park

They don't hear my bark

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

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

Profit it's a empty closet

Bitch i'm parked on a comet