This is a song about "Close"

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Woo dame that was too close

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Hating my macking, they asking

Ive come *this* close to snapping

don't think about better close your mind/

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind