This is a song about "A skeleton in my closet"

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

I've got skeletons in my closet but now there just hanging. death

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

My reign lulu's son shine

In my hand theres a nine

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Caused a problem in my evolution

In a rise from my crisis

That's why i shine like i does

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.

Was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself