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

Keep a gram in my pocket,

They was on that mase shit

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Skeletons in my closet

Profit it's a empty closet

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

In my hand theres a nine

We all know she’s a closet whore,

Another day as i step out the door

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Lyrically put my hand in your head and then jettison your skeleton

I got a closet full of them thrift store tank tops, and you ain't even know it,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that