This is a song about "Empty"

With a honey in the middle

No patience, like a empty hospital

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Shows to do, got record to sell

Then sit empty in hell

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Im confused on what to with this empty paper

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

I'm wrecking lexiee's empty head while texting men on my cellphone