This is a song about "Close"

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,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Woo dame that was too close

Some friends, some hoes

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Right flows down and they might go nice

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

We love for a while then a light goes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her