This is a song about "Close"

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

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

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

It came so close to being the end

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Can't touch me, can't even close

She's bad and she knows