This is a song about "Close"

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I'm runnin' screen homies, you can let that socket close

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

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

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Jesus what a fucking close call,

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate