This is a song about "Close"

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Can't touch me, can't even close

But keep on your clothes

You're getting too close

I think that she knows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

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

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Woo dame that was too close