This is a song about "Close"

Can't touch me, can't even close

No, no, we are not those

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Just searching for the perfect shot

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

I can taste the salt from my tears

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

They just need convincing like malcolm little