This is a song about "Close"

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

In front of our building, they was my heroes

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

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

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Live from the lamont's rose

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Keep ya friends close enimies closer