This is a song about "Empty"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Go over there right next to that empty beer

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Im confused on what to with this empty paper

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

No patience, like a empty hospital

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

They all see my life from a childish position

Into this empty world that we all must conform in,