This is a song about "Close"

Can't touch me, can't even close

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

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

It came so close to being the end

You get close but no cigar

Know you want me to fall

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,