This is a song about "Close"

See, i like the person that you are

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Can't touch me, can't even close

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

But he don't rule a thing

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Close your eyes my face is

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Bun b, i’m underground king

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling