This is a song about "Close"

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

I seem to love these whips - a white

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Before we see it's hard to live

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Ive come *this* close to snapping

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Close your eyes my face is

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

don't think about better close your mind/

Got shows on top of shows

You're getting too close