This is a song about "Closet"

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

I got a closet full of them thrift store tank tops, and you ain't even know it,

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

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

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

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

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

If we ain't right and always at the throats

It's all good, finna dog that

Profit it's a empty closet

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

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Fuck 2 chainz i got 10 medals in my closet, now your bitch with me as she pop drop and lock it.

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that