This is a song about "Empty"

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

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

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Like a balloon...she's empty

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

Whining and complaining about when you coming home