This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

But there's too much trash in this bitch, get to cleaning/

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

I must go like fly route

While i rock out with my cock out

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Fuck 2 chainz i got 10 medals in my closet, now your bitch with me as she pop drop and lock it.