This is a song about "Empty"

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

On an empty stomach

Car with no limit what

Go over there right next to that empty beer

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

Furthest from empty but still gonna burnout

Profit it's a empty closet

Double m-g not to mention we got that

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone