This is a song about "In the closet"

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

A little bit when i spit this cuz i'm lyrically gifted with a few lickety split tricks

In the foreground while i'm in the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

We all know she’s a closet whore,

And you ain't gotta go to war

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

I got a closet full of them thrift store tank tops, and you ain't even know it,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune