This is a song about "Close"

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Clips in the play clothes

You're getting too close

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

And i'm a just take another guess

It came so close to being the end

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

Jesus what a fucking close call,

These joints here not found at the mall

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes