This is a song about "Closet doors"

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Battlefront abingdon street breaking down their doors

I don't really give a fuck

Keep your doors locked and your windows shut

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

I got 'em cocked up in the closet like a faggot's room,

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Like a fiend off the best rock

I always left doors slammed and locked,