This is a song about "Close"

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Live from the lamont's rose

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

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

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

And there's little to be glad for

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

But i do quite well with all the bait

Woo dame that was too close

Man i swear she's bad and she knows