This is a song about "Close"

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

It came so close to being the end

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Can't touch me, can't even close

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

And these shape-shifting hoes

don't think about better close your mind/

From the womb, my newborn child

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Woo dame that was too close

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot