This is a song about "Empty"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

Profit it's a empty closet

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

I think you and your friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Walking with an empty purse

You little young-ass motherfuckers

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Cus you're so sexy

Like a balloon...she's empty

Then sit empty in hell

Let me call that hotel

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die