This is a song about "Close"

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

don't think about better close your mind/

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most