This is a song about "Close"

Bitch, i was born to ball

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

You can search but you'll never find

don't think about better close your mind/

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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

Woo dame that was too close

No, no, we are not those

I pipe in and one night her

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop