This is a song about "Close"

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

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

I'm runnin' screen homies, you can let that socket close

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

Can't touch me, can't even close

I gotta teach hoes

You get close but no cigar

'bout to get my other car

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

don't think about better close your mind/

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

"you were malcolm, its not even close"