This is a song about "Close"

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

Had i not been exposed to these things

But keep on your clothes

Woo dame that was too close

Got shows on top of shows

Can't touch me, can't even close

It came so close to being the end

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

We love for a while then a light goes

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling