This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

Profit it's a empty closet

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Im cleaning up these haters like my jobs to hold a mop

While i rock out with my cock out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Cleaning em up with a mop./

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

My tribulations, the causes, the skeletons in my closet,

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Mixtapes calling out names, cleaning out closets, cuz know one knows me

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

I'm multis-swaggin smashin you faggot like playing nintendo, like flies you're dropping

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