This is a song about "Close"

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Woo dame that was too close

She's bad and she knows

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Close your eyes my face is

And i don't rely on no bitches

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes