This is a song about "Close"

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Close your eyes my face is

I got to fight this

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

Clips in the play clothes

Can't touch me, can't even close