This is a song about "Close"

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Ive come *this* close to snapping

I guzzle up at the bar

You get close but no cigar

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

Can't touch me, can't even close

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Dvd’s and my dirty clothes

You're getting too close