This is a song about "Close"

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Ive come *this* close to snapping

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Shawty was pinkberry sweet and i ain't lactose

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Could of lost two very close friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

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

Rat poison your relish right in the center, babe

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Listen close, and let your mind visualize