This is a song about "Being in the closet"

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

I lost the nails to my closet so imma put the nail in the coffin 'fore everything starts falling,

I'm multis-swaggin smashin you faggot like playing nintendo, like flies you're dropping

So i guess that's where i hide my things

For being the absent dad in attendance

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

They wanna hold us back but we being in the scene

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

But have u ever thort about being in the other position

Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are