This is a song about "Empty"

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Walking with an empty purse

Let's enjoy our younger years

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

That shit was wack as fuck

On an empty stomach

He lying i’m on papers

Walking with an empty purse

Like a balloon...she's empty

God mc oh my god you gotta see