This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

We all know she’s a closet whore,

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

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

Profit it's a empty closet

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

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

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

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

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