This is a song about "Hollow"

But there's no hollow speak, you don't want to follow blyyk, believe me.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

When all of the sinners just hollow beginners

My ambition to blow

People walk around hollow

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

I think you swallow your brain is hollow

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

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

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

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

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Hollow tips well let you taste em