This is a song about "Close"

Could of lost two very close friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

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

Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

Woo dame that was too close

Dvd’s and my dirty clothes

I can taste the salt from my tears

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

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

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop