This is a song about "Being in the closet"

But have u ever thort about being in the other position

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

For being the absent dad in attendance

I never fit in with them light skins

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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