This is a song about "Near"

Reflection, nowhere near perfection.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Floor near the basement door as i watch in amazement

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear

The moment when you think that the end is near

But don't fall asleep

Or no where near his feat.

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Or even near to my family

Only my shepard was no where near my groves,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

She gonna dance when that molly through

To a theatre near you

Dont come near cos i might just shoot

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop