This is a song about "Close"

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Took me a while just to write those

And naw i'm not the best but dammit i'm close

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

Mm got the masses

Close your eyes my face is