This is a song about "Close"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

And naw i'm not the best but dammit i'm close

I gotta know if it's real or not

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

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

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

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