This is a song about "Close"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

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

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

I don't mind if you niggas hate

But keep on your clothes

You're getting too close

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Ay yo you wonder who i are

You get close but no cigar

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Could of lost two very close friends

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes