This is a song about "Close"

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

Watch me fuck all these bitches

Close your eyes my face is

Young money, d-town's all star

You get close but no cigar

She's bad and she knows

You're getting too close

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose