This is a song about "Close"

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Didn't do a thing at all

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Its somethin like manute bol

You get close but no cigar

I kill shows and bag more clothes

You're getting too close

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

It came so close to being the end

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest