This is a song about "Empty streets"

Now i'm living out my dreams

You're walking these streets,

Cops won't look in the streets,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Like a balloon...she's empty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty