This is a song about "Close"

Took me a while just to write those

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

don't think about better close your mind/

You can search but you'll never find

Bun b, i’m underground king

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

She likes the way it hits her lips

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

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Woo dame that was too close

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

You're getting too close