This is a song about "Close"

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

Woo dame that was too close

Guess i’m different than most

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

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

I know i've came so far

You get close but no cigar

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

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

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid