This is a song about "Close"

It came so close to being the end

That's why i never claimed i was the best

I think that she knows

Woo dame that was too close

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

I'm runnin' screen homies, you can let that socket close

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

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