This is a song about "Close"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

It came so close to being the end

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Can't touch me, can't even close

Close your eyes my face is

Get my taste from all of my bitches