This is a song about "Empty"

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Like a balloon...she's empty

Go over there right next to that empty beer

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Profit it's a empty closet

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

At least superficially make the conversation less empty