This is a song about "Close"

Crazy talking and foolish

Close your eyes my face is

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

Ive come *this* close to snapping

don't think about better close your mind/

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild