This is a song about "Close"

Can't touch me, can't even close

Live from the lamont's rose

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Straight g thing, double m g thing

It came so close to being the end

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Close your eyes my face is

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

For that paper, i'mma grind

don't think about better close your mind/