This is a song about "Close"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

You get close but no cigar

Know you want me to fall

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

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

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

And these shape-shifting hoes

Woo dame that was too close

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will