This is a song about "Close"

I heard that statistic i almost cried

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Can't touch me, can't even close

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

I'm runnin' screen homies, you can let that socket close

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Woo dame that was too close

I kill shows and bag more clothes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Bitch, i was born to ball

Jesus what a fucking close call,