This is a song about "Empty"

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

No matter how empty you feel, remember that it will always heal.

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone