This is a song about "Close"

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

So i guess that's where i hide my things

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

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Close your eyes my face is

Mm got the masses

You get close but no cigar

'bout to get my other car

Woo dame that was too close

X's and o's, you must be the rose