This is a song about "Close reading"

Can't touch me, can't even close

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Clips in the play clothes

Woo dame that was too close

I kill shows and bag more clothes

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

As you're writing raps and reading some novels

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Chose to elevate instead of reading corinthians

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Fuck you all (for reading this shit)

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

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

We can talk things over a little a while

Just reading on this untitled freestyle