This is a song about "Skeletons"

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Skeletons in my closet

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

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