This is a song about "Close"

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

You get close but no cigar

I know i've came so far

X's and o's, you must be the rose

You're getting too close

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

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

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Right flows down and they might go nice

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

And i like my marijuana bright

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows