This is a song about "Running on empty"

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

The snitch on the block be running for his life

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Sexxydave on the mic, you fucking rappers better go running/

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

Its cold as shit in this booth

Squirrel is running on the roof

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Walking with an empty purse