This is a song about "Close"

Listen b, just give my stylist kudos

And naw i'm not the best but dammit i'm close

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Just to let you know, you are

With the goons i spar

You get close but no cigar

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

I just play my part make moves like chess

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Jesus what a fucking close call,

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball