This is a song about "Closet"

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

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

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

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

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

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

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

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

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