This is a song about "Hollow"

These niggas wanna trip so im spaying the hollow

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

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

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

When all of the sinners just hollow beginners

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

I couldn't either if my head was hollow.

Falling right back over like a hollow broomstick

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

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

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Although thought that we would grow

People walk around hollow