This is a song about "Close"

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

I just play my part make moves like chess

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Know you want me to fall