This is a song about "Close secrets"

You're getting too close

But keep on your clothes

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

That i ever let you into my secrets

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

And other people stopped bothering me with there old and new secrets,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

You get close but no cigar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Incisions long as a 36e cleavage while there yells are quieter then secrets,

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Ive come *this* close to snapping

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Got secrets? you spew it.