This is a song about "Empty wallet"

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

And still make you pay cash from your wallet,

Hold on you can see my vision

Stole his wallet and proceeded to run.

And i ain't goin' well

Then sit empty in hell

Like a balloon...she's empty

You see the world is scary

In the midst of a fire pit

Profit it's a empty closet

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Call me diabolic best hand over your wallet

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip