This is a song about "Empty"

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

That's why she ignore my flowers

Walking with an empty purse

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Like a balloon...she's empty

Now don’t it sound legendary

Walking with an empty purse

Adabo to my haters

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

No patience, like a empty hospital

Shows to do, got record to sell

Then sit empty in hell