This is a song about "Close"

Some friends, some hoes

Woo dame that was too close

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

don't think about better close your mind/

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

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

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

Close your eyes my face is

I swear ri got a hit with this