This is a song about "Empty"

Well, um, there's a but

On an empty stomach

Then sit empty in hell

Breakdancing to melle mel

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free