This is a song about "Empty"

Im confused on what to with this empty paper

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Go over there right next to that empty beer

Let me call that hotel

Then sit empty in hell

Into this empty world that we all must conform in,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

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

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call