This is a song about "Closet"

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

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

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Skeletons in my closet

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

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

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

We all know she’s a closet whore,

Of impactful things one can ask for

My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet

My tribulations, the causes, the skeletons in my closet,

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself