This is a song about "Skeletons"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

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

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

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Skeletons in my closet

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

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

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit