This is a song about "Skeletons in my closet"

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And you ain't gotta go to war

We all know she’s a closet whore,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

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

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

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

I'm the monster in the closet but i'm gay so i'm out

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

If i had the option my closet be enormous