This is a song about "Hollow head"

I've got no sorrow, and because i'm tough, my soul's hollow,

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Inject us with a venom, words so hollow

Then lost my faith again

Hollow tips well let you taste em

Kick back and know yo son set

I hear it in my head

The ear worms in my head,

Lemonhead end up dead

There's no soul, i feel like all of this rap is hollow,

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Just don't tell 'em i'm a demon and my fuckin' soul's hollow,

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw