This is a song about "Empty"

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

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

Into this empty world that we all must conform in,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

Ok just listen up a little

No patience, like a empty hospital

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

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

Im confused on what to with this empty paper

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

My shirt, purple label my shirt