This is a song about "Close"

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

Woo dame that was too close

Some friends, some hoes

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

You're getting too close

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Could of lost two very close friends

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Bun b, i’m underground king

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not