This is a song about "Being in the closet"

Just for me being weird in the past/

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

Skeletons in my closet

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

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

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

For being the absent dad in attendance

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

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