This is a song about "Empty"

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

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

I think you and your friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Walking with an empty purse

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Im confused on what to with this empty paper

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone