This is a song about "Skeletons in my closet"

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

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

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

Skeletons in my closet

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Right where you stay

In my cabriolet

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

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

Why you call me back? don't lie

Yow am ridin around in my