This is a song about "Empty"

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

I think you and your friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

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

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Throw it in reverse

Walking with an empty purse

Only concern was the home that was close to him

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

My shirt, purple label my shirt