This is a song about "Close"

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Can't touch me, can't even close

I kill shows and bag more clothes

You're getting too close

That gyal want mi ride har

You get close but no cigar

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

We love for a while then a light goes

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

This is the part where we run hip hop

Jesus what a fucking close call,

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.