This is a song about "Close"

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

It came so close to being the end

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

And these shape-shifting hoes

Can't touch me, can't even close

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.