This is a song about "Empty"

Walking with an empty purse

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

I think you and your friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Like a balloon...she's empty

On they twitter writing novels, see

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

And what about the rappers

Walking with an empty purse

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty