This is a song about "Close"

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Took me a while just to write those

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

It came so close to being the end

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

But he don't rule a thing

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

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

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

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Close your eyes my face is