This is a song about "Empty"

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Into this empty world that we all must conform in,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

Babies turn into shooters

Walking with an empty purse