This is a song about "Close down"

The engine in back of my car

You get close but no cigar

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

And making a warm snake crawl down your asshole. bitch, make it close.

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

X's and o's, you must be the rose

I want nobody close to me when i fall down and i erupt

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

But he don't rule a thing

Ive come *this* close to snapping

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Close your eyes my face is

But you hate them navel kisses