This is a song about "Close"

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Ive come *this* close to snapping

And getting money is the song i sing

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

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

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

It came so close to being the end

The day before is better than the present