This is a song about "Empty streets"

You're walking these streets,

When you're reachin' your dreams

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

Tryna kill my dreams

You're walking these streets,

With a honey in the middle

No patience, like a empty hospital

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Then sit empty in hell

On an empty stomach

Well, um, there's a but

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,