This is a song about "Close"

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

don't think about better close your mind/

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

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

How can i portray this

Close your eyes my face is

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Love reefer and love sneaker above those