This is a song about "Close"

Niggas shoot over bitches

Close your eyes my face is

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

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

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

don't think about better close your mind/

You can search but you'll never find

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Everybody watching while you touching real money

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

You get close but no cigar

She prayed on me passing that bar