This is a song about "Close"

I don’t care where ya are

You get close but no cigar

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Bun b, i’m underground king

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

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

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

Could of lost two very close friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments