This is a song about "Close"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

don't think about better close your mind/

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

So while you worry about the hoes

You're getting too close

Tryna stay clear of my foes