This is a song about "Close"

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

And naw i'm not the best but dammit i'm close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

The glare makes me hard to find

don't think about better close your mind/

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

It came so close to being the end

Bun b, i’m underground king

Ive come *this* close to snapping