This is a song about "Close"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

You're getting too close

Some friends, some hoes

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

But he don't rule a thing

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Guess i’m different than most

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes