This is a song about "Close"

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

I'm everything that they call nice

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

You're getting too close

The glare makes me hard to find

don't think about better close your mind/

Y'all get shot at, homie...i do the shooting

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Can't touch me, can't even close

But keep on your clothes

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

I make a way for my people to see the light