This is a song about "Close"

And i'm a just take another guess

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

When you feel like this

Close your eyes my face is

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

And getting money is the song i sing

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Listen b, just give my stylist kudos

"you were malcolm, its not even close"