This is a song about "Empty streets"

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Played our beats on the streets

I said believe in your dreams

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

No patience, like a empty hospital

Now i'm living out my dreams

Played our beats on the streets

Shows to do, got record to sell

Then sit empty in hell

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free