This is a song about "Vacant"

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

It's a similar sensation/ as my mind is completely vacant

There will never be a day where i'm vacant, ill never be placed in a shop!

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

As we vanish into displacement, the ghetto becomes vacant

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Places that were occupied before become vacant

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

That's when i found myself bleeding in a vacant lot.

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Let me tell you right now, my feelings are vacant and i'm making my rhymes sacred/