This is a song about "Close"

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

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

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Ive come *this* close to snapping

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Can't touch me, can't even close

Clips in the play clothes