This is a song about "Close"

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Straight g thing, double m g thing

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

I can taste the salt from my tears

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

As i'm watching the snow fall

You get close but no cigar

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Woo dame that was too close

I gotta teach hoes

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,