This is a song about "Close"

Spending her time with him i guess

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Could of lost two very close friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Can't touch me, can't even close

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

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Woo dame that was too close

Every night i stroke hoes

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right