This is a song about "Close"

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

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

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

You're getting too close

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Im washin off another plate

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

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Could of lost two very close friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents