This is a song about "In the closet"

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Profit it's a empty closet

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Knocked out in the lunch in

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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