This is a song about "Close"

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Could of lost two very close friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

With the goons i spar

You get close but no cigar

Can't touch me, can't even close

Tryna stay clear of my foes

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

Ive come *this* close to snapping

And getting money is the song i sing

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says