This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

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

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

While i rock out with my cock out

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

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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