This is a song about "Close"

You feel it from your head to your toes

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

We love for a while then a light goes

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

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Woo dame that was too close

Like a line full of hoes

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress