This is a song about "Close"

Baby i’mma mess, mess

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Woo dame that was too close

Live from the lamont's rose

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

She's bad and she knows

Can't touch me, can't even close

Didn't do a thing at all

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,