This is a song about "Empty"

You took the hatred of yourself and just project it out

Furthest from empty but still gonna burnout

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

With a honey in the middle

No patience, like a empty hospital

A twenty somethin cup

On an empty stomach

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Walking with an empty purse

Now you got a masters

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

I'm definitely in a class of my own