This is a song about "Closed mind"

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Approaching my thoughts with a closed mind would be your own damn choice

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Ears forming vapor, ya fists closed stiff and the color of blizzards

With one closed and one open eye 

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Better be closed casket,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,

This time ill make sure the caskets closed

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

But from that perspective, what you can't see is behind closed curtains

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips