This is a song about "Empty"

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Furthest from empty but still gonna burnout

Hopin' that my niggas see

Like a balloon...she's empty

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Into this empty world that we all must conform in,

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Walking with an empty purse

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I'd rather sit empty in shelves