This is a song about "Empty"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Profit it's a empty closet

And all women who had light features, see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Go over there right next to that empty beer

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

Furthest from empty but still gonna burnout

I might even stick my tongue out

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Like a balloon...she's empty

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty