This is a song about "Close"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

You're getting too close

Live from the lamont's rose

Can't touch me, can't even close

Got shows on top of shows

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

I gotta know if it's real or not

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Just me and my boss no worries at all

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,