This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Profit it's a empty closet

Think i need another play

Get up out out my way

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Skeletons in my closet

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

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

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

I must go like fly route