This is a song about "Hollow points in my 9 mill"

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

I'm hollow, my soul is simply cold, and it's lethal

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

I can be meek unless you keep me from my mill, you'll get destroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I'm open minded, you would think my fuckin' domes hollow,

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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