This is a song about "Empty"

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I'm wrecking lexiee's empty head while texting men on my cellphone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

That's why she ignore my flowers

Walking with an empty purse

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

On an empty stomach

Im happier when high and drunk