This is a song about "Close"

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

How can i portray this

Close your eyes my face is

Slumdog far apart any sub par

You get close but no cigar

First off congratulations on the win

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling