This is a song about "Closed"

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

We won't expose the truth if the motherfuckin' casket's closed,

Cutting behind closed shutters,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

Shots, they back and forth

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Happy until their casket gets closed, i'mma go out guns blazing

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

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

With one closed and one open eye 

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Gladly i chose to rhyme/and closed the line