This is a song about "Close"

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

We dig the plot and never bury pot

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

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Close your eyes my face is

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

You get close but no cigar

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

You're getting too close

Dvd’s and my dirty clothes