This is a song about "Gwinnett not closing"

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

And i don't make no bed rock

Who'd you think i am not?

D.c. all up in this bitch

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

And to never say goodbye. closing in for a kiss.

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

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

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

I'm fried from this ripple

Not even metaphorical

Cause when the curtain are closing,none of you gonna rise above me.

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

Im way too hot so many run, the rest get cooked n served like dennys buns.