This is a song about "Close"

don't think about better close your mind/

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

You're getting too close

And these shape-shifting hoes

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Can't touch me, can't even close