This is a song about "In the closet"

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

And you ain't gotta go to war

We all know she’s a closet whore,

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Profit it's a empty closet

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Skeletons in my closet

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

Gin makes me sin

Knocked out in the lunch in