This is a song about "Closet"

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

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

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

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

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

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

We all know she’s a closet whore,

Keep coming back for more

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

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