This is a song about "Close"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Live from the lamont's rose

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Why not me the same thing

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

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And naw i'm not the best but dammit i'm close

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

It came so close to being the end

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

You get close but no cigar

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are