This is a song about "Empty"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

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

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Dmv they know me well

Then sit empty in hell