This is a song about "Empty"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Go over there right next to that empty beer

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader

Then sit empty in hell

The twin towers fell

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Im confused on what to with this empty paper