This is a song about "Close"

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

I was born to do the damn thing

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Bun b, i’m underground king

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

don't think about better close your mind/