This is a song about "A close bond with someone"

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Spitting 'n spitting close to a tsunami

A patriotic villain, too close the border

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Burned my mouth with a lighter, im so close to retarded

Someone who could calm me with just a touch

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Till we shared a bond truly only glue knows

Everything i wanted never seem so close