This is a song about "Skeletons in my closet"

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

In my cabriolet

Brr, brr, ay, lemme see, okay

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

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

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

And for enemies or faggot emcees vote for ben vote whoever you want him to win

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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