This is a song about "Close"

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

I'm everything that they call nice

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Its somethin like manute bol

You get close but no cigar

Jay rock got flows

You're getting too close

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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

Dc has never seen such progress

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

And you ride with this

Close your eyes my face is