This is a song about "Skeletons in my closet"

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Profit it's a empty closet

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

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

I got 'em cocked up in the closet like a faggot's room,

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Yow am ridin around in my

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

We all know she’s a closet whore,

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore