This is a song about "Hollow tips"

People walk around hollow

Word, absence will make the heart grow

And the v12, that's on various trips

They have hollow reflections

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

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Im rising to fame taking all these joker tips,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

We're poppin' off like all the cap tips at the fuckin' liquor store,

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Swisher tips that get curled

Look, cole world, still a cold world

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Fuck scholar ships. give me a holar heres some ballar tips.