This is a song about "Close"

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I'm runnin' screen homies, you can let that socket close

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Carefree i don’t need the stress

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

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

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

I gotta teach hoes

You're getting too close

Close your eyes my face is

It’s official, she my misses