This is a song about "Close"

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

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

Jesus what a fucking close call,

I don’t do nothing but ball

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

I just play my part make moves like chess

Could of lost two very close friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents