This is a song about "Close"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

And naw i'm not the best but dammit i'm close

Woo dame that was too close

Like a line full of hoes

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

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

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

You get close but no cigar

See, i like the person that you are

And i'mma keep ya fresh

So close your eyes and hold your breath,