This is a song about "Vacant cradle"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I stepped on the stage raving, and left the place vacant,

Haven't slept for days

From the cradle to the grave

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

Places that were occupied before become vacant

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Ships that sail to distant places

Saggy pants an vacant faces,