This is a song about "Empty"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Go over there right next to that empty beer

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

Contributing the real shit

Profit it's a empty closet

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Like a balloon...she's empty

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.