This is a song about "Closed"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

The case is closed, i'll make 'em toast, emcees rhymin' on beats,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Instead i misled, and i hit you with a closed fist.

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

With one closed and one open eye 

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Instead i misled, and i hit you with a closed fist.

I'm a nutcase, a closed case, who is still fuckin' insane,

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Better be closed casket,

How bout we blow this bit