This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

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

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

I'm the monster in the closet but i'm gay so i'm out

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

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

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

A little bit when i spit this cuz i'm lyrically gifted with a few lickety split tricks

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

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

I can only love you when you’re undressed

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

My eyes are rolling, freaking out