This is a song about "Close"

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

You get close but no cigar

Woo dame that was too close

I kill shows and bag more clothes

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

don't think about better close your mind/

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

Love reefer and love sneaker above those