This is a song about "Pillowcase full of asprin"

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

It's full of gold medals,

Shout out my nigga miles

And there is no chemistry

Full of myself, but still hungry

A book full of blank pages

Pocket racked up all big faces

Like a line full of hoes

Got shows on top of shows

All the bitches know my name

I'm full of sin and shame