This is a song about "Vacant lots"

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

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

You're vacant in the smarts department think i'm black hearted

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

Make jollof with lots of pepper, so i stay hot forever

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

So the day i leave the earth like on some vacant (ish)

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Executions deadly i'm slayin' lots of bars sittin pretty with finesse.

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Dealers lace the rock on vacant plots, forsaken blocks, it,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Toke lots and hope cops