This is a song about "My empty wallet"

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

I came home, it's empty just like my life

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Empty you, not pockets, ima take my glock and cock it

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for