This is a song about "Close"

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

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

Wish i could shed all these tears

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

don't think about better close your mind/

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

But he don't rule a thing