This is a song about "Empty streets"

You're walking these streets,

When you're reachin' your dreams

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Tryna kill my dreams

Cops won't look in the streets,

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

No patience, like a empty hospital

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will