This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

Skeletons in my closet

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

If i had the option my closet be enormous

Make'm forefeit and i'm porshin 600 horses

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I can't keep running away

Get up out out my way