This is a song about "I get close"

6 o's pay for my car

You get close but no cigar

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

So close to my heart i hold you

Cause when i make this stew

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

So i'll just close my eyes as i make my way down,

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Obviously you're nowhere close to the girl i deserve,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

So close now i can almost taste it.

If it's right tonight, i might bite that