This is a song about "Loosing a close one"

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Loosing myself in the moonlight

And he, what's his name, earl

'cause shit i was close with this one girl

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

Hoping that he's listening

I'm a catch 21, this close to nothing

Supernova flow, y'all aint even close to a star

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Far from it, yet close enough to touch it, death, only a step or two away,

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

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

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.