This is a song about "Close"

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Baby, you know who you are

You get close but no cigar

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

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

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

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

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

You're getting too close

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Could of lost two very close friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents