This is a song about "Empty streets"

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

God mc oh my god you gotta see

But we still real brothers

Walking with an empty purse

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Betta stay outta the streets

On an empty stomach

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck