This is a song about "Close"

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Get off a key like i can’t sing

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

I don’t do nothing but ball

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips