This is a song about "Close"

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Can't touch me, can't even close

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Woo dame that was too close

Like a line full of hoes

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

And now your best friend's having kids

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