This is a song about "Skeletons"

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

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

Skeletons in my closet

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

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