This is a song about "Closing"

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Theres a line between me & them and im closing the gate

Posin' with hoes, hopin' to own 'em / it's a no-go, so i'm closing their notions

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

I tried smoking, eyes closing, i try dozing, but my mind's going

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

And there's no closing the door on this, my foot's on the floor.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Floating, gloating, g.o.a.t.ing, in closing

Of opponents, witness what i'm showing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Floating, gloating, g.o.a.t.ing, in closing

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Walking forward so uncertain if the moment's certain for a closing curtain