This is a song about "Close"

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

It came so close to being the end

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

You're getting too close

Got shows on top of shows

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.