This is a song about "Empty"

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Profit it's a empty closet

She crazy, that stalker shit

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

On an empty stomach

Well, um, there's a but

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Im confused on what to with this empty paper