This is a song about "Loosing a close one"

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

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

Whining close to corruption for a petty award

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Razor under the tongue, like bitches losing the last few pounds, its a close cut

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Spitting 'n spitting close to a tsunami