This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

While i rock out with my cock out

I don't know what you heard about

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.

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

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

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.

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

You know i am not gon stop

Cleaning em up with a mop./

Get yours; you know what this about

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,