This is a song about "Empty thhouts"

On an empty stomach

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Breakdancing to melle mel

Then sit empty in hell

Profit it's a empty closet

I was on my sway shit