This is a song about "Closest homies"

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

The closest i've ever been in hell was expanding my lungs

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

And closest thing you get to god is being dead and gone

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Closest you get to me is no where near adjacent

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

Closest you'll get is being chicken

If you've noticed im potent 'n' focused on the closest opponent

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase