This is a song about "Empty"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

Im confused on what to with this empty paper

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

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