This is a song about "Close"

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

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

don't think about better close your mind/

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

You want a husband, but no one has a cape

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

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