This is a song about "Closer"

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

The judgment day away is growing closer, on that dreaded noon,

The more i caught the closer u were done

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

As i come closer i realize i must cross a bride.....

Self designated wicked critical closer

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But every day im still closer to ending

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine

Morning's come and i'm nowhere closer

Of impactful things one can ask for

And in a few months, growing closer and closer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her