This is a song about "Hollow rocks"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,

Talking of the gods you serve

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

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

People walk around hollow

That's why they can't mess up my flow

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low