This is a song about "Close"

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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