This is a song about "Close"

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

I kill shows and bag more clothes

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I'm runnin' screen homies, you can let that socket close

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

The glare makes me hard to find

don't think about better close your mind/

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

It came so close to being the end