This is a song about "Close"

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

You get close but no cigar

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

don't think about better close your mind/

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes