This is a song about "Closet doors"

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

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

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I fell through the glass doors, started causing a scene

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

We bursting doors like we just showed up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

And of course, my car's off course

Rummaged through the cupboards and doors

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Im comin in hard, better shut all your doors

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If i had the option my closet be enormous

Make'm forefeit and i'm porshin 600 horses