This is a song about "Being in the closet"

Peddling pests to see the melody's which i've yet to bring, i'm trying to get a sting,

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

In your nightmares i am the one watching your soul being drained

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

They burn on every block

In the limelight being red hot

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

For being the absent dad in attendance

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

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