This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

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

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

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

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

I'm the monster in the closet but i'm gay so i'm out

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

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

Cleaning em up with a mop./

Okay man you do the drop