This is a song about "Being in the closet"

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

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

Dazed in confusion as the world shows the darkness being proven.

But it was africa the continent we all came from

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

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

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

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

I'm living in the past looking to the future my own mentality reasons being

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow