This is a song about "Empty"

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

Furthest from empty but still gonna burnout

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

Profit it's a empty closet

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone