This is a song about "Loosing something close to you"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

She's loosing her grasp, breath, gettin closer to her death,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

When you know you have something to prove

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

You ain't testin me or next to even close to my level.

Just to let you know, you are

You get close but no cigar

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

You got something to show? i scanned from head to toe,

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

But you was loosing money you was gonna get broke

I'm runnin' screen homies, you can let that socket close

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

When i'm this close, to see you exposed as phony