This is a song about "Closet"

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

We all know she’s a closet whore,

And california on that jerk shit

Profit it's a empty closet

Peddling pests to see the melody's which i've yet to bring, i'm trying to get a sting,

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

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

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

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

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

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

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit