This is a song about "Empty"

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Like a balloon...she's empty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Furthest from empty but still gonna burnout

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury