This is a song about "Drunken skeletons"

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

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

Drunken bastard from a bar

I don’t care where ya are

That's when you know you doing shit

Skeletons in my closet

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

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

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick