This is a song about "Empty"

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Profit it's a empty closet

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Then sit empty in hell

Dmv they know me well

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

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