This is a song about "Empty thhouts"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

No patience, like a empty hospital

Into this empty world that we all must conform in,

I know they pay me too much of attention

On an empty stomach

I know you're mad, but so what

No matter how empty you feel, remember that it will always heal.

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him