This is a song about "Close"

The hotels we staying in twelve star

You get close but no cigar

So while you worry about the hoes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Could of lost two very close friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Close your eyes my face is

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

Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics