This is a song about "Close"

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Jesus what a fucking close call,

I be giving work to the kids

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

It came so close to being the end

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Keep ya friends close enimies closer