This is a song about "Close"

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing