This is a song about "Close"

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Can't touch me, can't even close

And getting money is the song i sing

Ive come *this* close to snapping

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

So while you worry about the hoes

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Before we see it's hard to live

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

I seem to love these whips - a white