This is a song about "Close"

Before we see it's hard to live

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

don't think about better close your mind/

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

It came so close to being the end

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

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

And these shape-shifting hoes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Close your eyes my face is