This is a song about "Empty"

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Into this empty world that we all must conform in,

Then sit empty in hell

And i ain't goin' well

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

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

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone