This is a song about "Empty"

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

Profit it's a empty closet

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Then sit empty in hell

Shows to do, got record to sell

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

No matter how empty you feel, remember that it will always heal.

Walking with an empty purse

Hundred k in twenty-two hours