This is a song about "Close"

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

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

You get close but no cigar

That gal want me ride har

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose