This is a song about "Skeletons in my closet"

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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.

I lost the nails to my closet so imma put the nail in the coffin 'fore everything starts falling,

Peddling pests to see the melody's which i've yet to bring, i'm trying to get a sting,

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

Profit it's a empty closet

Super magic, abracadabra kid

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

We all know she’s a closet whore,

Some old bitch that we did before