This is a song about "Close"

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

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

So while you worry about the hoes

I be giving work to the kids

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

It came so close to being the end

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent