This is a song about "Close"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Woo dame that was too close

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Live from the lamont's rose

You're getting too close

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes