This is a song about "Empty"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

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

Profit it's a empty closet

I’m first class on my trip trip

Like a balloon...she's empty

What them tippers don't see

On an empty stomach

Uh ha, you know what

No patience, like a empty hospital

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol