This is a song about "Close"

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

I'm runnin' screen homies, you can let that socket close

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Can't touch me, can't even close

Shawty was pinkberry sweet and i ain't lactose

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

And getting money is the song i sing

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Spending her time with him i guess

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes