This is a song about "Empty"

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

No matter how empty you feel, remember that it will always heal.

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

Hard to move on when you always regret one

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Then sit empty in hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Go over there right next to that empty beer

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home