This is a song about "Empty"

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

Hating the picture in the mirrorthey claim we inferior

I think you and your friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Then sit empty in hell

And i ain't goin' well

No patience, like a empty hospital

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Walking with an empty purse

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

Back up on my fly shit

Profit it's a empty closet

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.