This is a song about "Close"

I'm a fucking rap star

You get close but no cigar

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Can't touch me, can't even close

I kill shows and bag more clothes

Mirror mirror on the wall

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

You're getting too close

But keep on your clothes