This is a song about "Empty"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Into this empty world that we all must conform in,

No patience, like a empty hospital

Ok just listen up a little

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

Walking with an empty purse

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty