This is a song about "Close"

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

In front of our building, they was my heroes

You ain't working hard as this

Close your eyes my face is

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling