This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

While i rock out with my cock out

I gotta little clout

My tribulations, the causes, the skeletons in my closet,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

If i had the option my closet be enormous

And for enemies or faggot emcees vote for ben vote whoever you want him to win

I lost the nails to my closet so imma put the nail in the coffin 'fore everything starts falling,

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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.

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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud