This is a song about "Close"

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

You feel it from your head to your toes

Can't touch me, can't even close

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

don't think about better close your mind/

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

And naw i'm not the best but dammit i'm close

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes