This is a song about "Close"

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

I don’t do nothing but ball

Jesus what a fucking close call,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Wish i could shed all these tears

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Straight g thing, double m g thing

You get close but no cigar

I know i've came so far