This is a song about "Empty"

Into this empty world that we all must conform in,

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Go over there right next to that empty beer

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Mean alot more to me, check me out

Furthest from empty but still gonna burnout

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Walking with an empty purse

Now you got a masters

Im confused on what to with this empty paper

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor