This is a song about "Empty"

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

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

Hopin' that my niggas see

Like a balloon...she's empty

She never ready to go so she forever come

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

And what about the rappers

Walking with an empty purse

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

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

And i ain't goin' well

Then sit empty in hell