This is a song about "Close"

Dvd’s and my dirty clothes

You're getting too close

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

It came so close to being the end

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.