This is a song about "Empty"

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

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

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

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

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

Go over there right next to that empty beer

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'd rather sit empty in shelves