This is a song about "Close"

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Ive come *this* close to snapping

In my drawsring, ring, ring

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

This life i chose

Woo dame that was too close

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Baby, you know who you are

You get close but no cigar

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows