This is a song about "Close"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

See, i'm just trying to focus

Close your eyes my face is

Ive come *this* close to snapping

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

It came so close to being the end

Listen b, just give my stylist kudos

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

You're getting too close

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

I kill shows and bag more clothes

Woo dame that was too close