This is a song about "Don t get to close"

A kubali khan kinda don, choosing dudes to be done in

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Anything,just get back that times and close the gate

Wait till he gets close enough to get his throat slit ''oh shit"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Tell these people something they don`t know about me