This is a song about "Empty"

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

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

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

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

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

No patience, like a empty hospital

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Into this empty world that we all must conform in,

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see