This is a song about "Empty thhouts"

Go over there right next to that empty beer

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Profit it's a empty closet

I like rollin' with friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

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

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

I'm wrecking lexiee's empty head while texting men on my cellphone

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home