This is a song about "Close"

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

They say them colors must be fake

Can't touch me, can't even close

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

You get close but no cigar

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

It came so close to being the end

That's why i never claimed i was the best

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes