This is a song about "Close"

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

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

So i gotta spit to this

Close your eyes my face is

Guess i’m different than most

Woo dame that was too close

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Could of lost two very close friends

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Im washin off another plate

Carefree i don’t need the stress

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

It came so close to being the end

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest