This is a song about "Close"

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

You're getting too close

Live from the lamont's rose

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

So while you worry about the hoes

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Baby i’mma mess, mess

So close your eyes and hold your breath,