This is a song about "Being in the closet"

Oh fuck, i remember i forgot yout son, he was hiding in the closet right,

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

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

And for enemies or faggot emcees vote for ben vote whoever you want him to win

In the limelight being red hot

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

You know that love is a very serious thing

For being the absent dad in attendance

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe