This is a song about "Close"

Close your eyes my face is

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I'm runnin' screen homies, you can let that socket close

Don't want to be the king

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Bitch, i was born to ball