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

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

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

I think you swallow your brain is hollow

Ran outside to see the big show

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

If i get a mill it's because of my own hunger

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Trip, and then you never snitch

A hollow demon bitch