This is a song about "Close"

Live from the lamont's rose

Can't touch me, can't even close

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

And i ain't frontin for her

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Early adapters agree they all late

Listen b, just give my stylist kudos

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Hating my macking, they asking

Ive come *this* close to snapping