This is a song about "Empty streets"

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

I'd done stacked many

Like a balloon...she's empty

All that ass in your jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

Betta stay outta the streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

Walking with an empty purse

But we still real brothers

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents