This is a song about "Close"

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Baby i’mma mess, mess

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

I know i've came so far

You get close but no cigar

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

You're getting too close

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder