This is a song about "Close"

Can't touch me, can't even close

I kill shows and bag more clothes

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

It came so close to being the end

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Woo dame that was too close

It's all she knows

Could of lost two very close friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob