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

To something you recommend, i love what you intend,

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Ive come *this* close to snapping

You want to say something about me?

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

A douse you tried to stop me and you came close you tried to ki

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

#two #coroners take you #to #corners to die, close your eyes,

You think you're even close to being my equivalent?/

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust