This is a song about "Noah loos"

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

They say nothings ever free

But i know its me ya envy

I swear they think i'm crazy

Your raps would just miss me

The jiggas and the tips

Hit and miss these fake crips

Spitting clean & hitting green, that's why these niggas envy me

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

I refresh myself with water

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket