This is a song about "Close"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

I be giving work to the kids

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

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

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

By any means, if ya like it or not

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Didn't do a thing at all

Jesus what a fucking close call,

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those