This is a song about "Close"

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Don't want to be the king

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

It came so close to being the end

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best