This is a song about "Closet"

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

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

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

Skeletons in my closet

If i had the option my closet be enormous

That scary love, never get married love

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

Oh fuck, i remember i forgot yout son, he was hiding in the closet right,

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

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

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

We all know she’s a closet whore,