This is a song about "Close down"

It came so close to being the end

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

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

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Or something that you paid for

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

You get close but no cigar

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling