This is a song about "Near"

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Prolly smell a spliff if you ever come near me

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Only my shepard was no where near my groves,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Your chance to endure is near hopeless

Or even near to my family

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Surrounded by shadows, who's near?

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Oh, don't worry about chronic, he's near,

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Confused to ever near disguise

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near