This is a song about "So close but so far away"

It came so close to being the end

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

So close now i can almost taste it.

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

So hot, it's like mercury's far away from the sun

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

So close now i can almost taste it.

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

They bringing me fish and chips

So far above a storm begins.

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

But i can't just walk away from something so real

So close now i can almost taste it.

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit