This is a song about "Close"

You're getting too close

And these shape-shifting hoes

Didn't do a thing at all

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

The youngest of my mother kids

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

Carefree i don’t need the stress

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Close your eyes my face is