This is a song about "Drunken skeletons"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I've punched more fucking lines than a drunken fighter,

Drunken bastard from a bar

I know i've came so far

Skeletons in my closet

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

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

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic