This is a song about "Close"

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Took me a while just to write those

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

Its four now, the clubs over

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

In front of our building, they was my heroes

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

And naw i'm not the best but dammit i'm close

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes