This is a song about "Close"

I don’t do nothing but ball

Jesus what a fucking close call,

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Just as you rose you will fall

You get close but no cigar

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

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

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Close your eyes my face is

Pocket racked up all big faces

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close