This is a song about "Empty"

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

No patience, like a empty hospital

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

I might even stick my tongue out

Furthest from empty but still gonna burnout

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Walking with an empty purse

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

The race war, when it's us against all of them

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

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