This is a song about "Skeletons"

So get up off that slave ship

Skeletons in my closet

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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