This is a song about "Gwinnett not closing"

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

And getting money is the song i sing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

''hypno'' relates to sleep, but my eyes aint closing

Not even metaphorical

As i light one for ill will

The first to see you not,

You know i am not gon stop

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

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

Who'd you think i am not?

Bring the keys, oh my god

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

But not tie because i'm not corporate.

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip