This is a song about "Closet"

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

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

And for enemies or faggot emcees vote for ben vote whoever you want him to win

I lost the nails to my closet so imma put the nail in the coffin 'fore everything starts falling,

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

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

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

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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