This is a song about "Close"

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

And there's little to be glad for

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

I'm a fucking rap star

You get close but no cigar

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

You're getting too close

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

don't think about better close your mind/

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

Listen b, just give my stylist kudos