This is a song about "Close"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

It came so close to being the end

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

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

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Could of lost two very close friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

And naw i'm not the best but dammit i'm close

So while you worry about the hoes