This is a song about "Closing"

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

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

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Closing his eyes he can feel her in his heart,

And the reason that i'm going

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

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Closing your eyes no don't you might die, guy

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

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

The sun rising while you moaning

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