This is a song about "Empty streets"

I like rollin' with friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Trap our young black seeds

Betta stay outta the streets

You're walking these streets,

Now i'm living out my dreams

Like a balloon...she's empty

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Malcolm x, by any means

You can't leave the ghetto streets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

I kept runnin through the streets