This is a song about "Empty"

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

Like a balloon...she's empty

I’m tryna be low key

A lot of people called it last year

Go over there right next to that empty beer

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty