This is a song about "Close"

Like a line full of hoes

Can't touch me, can't even close

I gotta teach hoes

You're getting too close

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

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

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings