This is a song about "Empty"

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

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Then sit empty in hell

Let me call that hotel

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Now that little pre cum gone be having me swollen

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Into this empty world that we all must conform in,

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

Once as a slave who imagined being free