This is a song about "Empty spaces"

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

With a honey in the middle

No patience, like a empty hospital

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

So the spaces you find, fucked up as my mind is bitch

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages