This is a song about "Close"

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Ive come *this* close to snapping

I was born to do the damn thing

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Could of lost two very close friends

You're getting too close

Dvd’s and my dirty clothes

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Can't touch me, can't even close

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

No, no, we are not those