This is a song about "Close"

Its somethin like manute bol

You get close but no cigar

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

I kill shows and bag more clothes

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

So i gotta spit to this

Close your eyes my face is

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Dc has never seen such progress