This is a song about "Close"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

It came so close to being the end

don't think about better close your mind/

You can search but you'll never find

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I'm just trying to focus

Close your eyes my face is

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Didn't do a thing at all

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.