This is a song about "Clothes in closet"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

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

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Fuck 2 chainz i got 10 medals in my closet, now your bitch with me as she pop drop and lock it.

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

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

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

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes