This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

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,

Was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

I got 'em cocked up in the closet like a faggot's room,

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

If i had the option my closet be enormous

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,