This is a song about "Close"

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Ive come *this* close to snapping

But he don't rule a thing

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

You get close but no cigar

Its somethin like manute bol

And then along came the wrong man for her

Keep ya friends close enimies closer