This is a song about "I get close"

'cause shit i was close with this one girl

And he, what's his name, earl

But you're loving mine i am the shit

So close now i can almost taste it.

Rather mess with a cliever than to get close to him by a meter

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

You get close but no cigar

How simple they are

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one