This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

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.

Skeletons in my closet

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

While i rock out with my cock out

Oh i gotta face the day

Get up out out my way

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress