This is a song about "Close"

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Dc has never seen such progress

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

You get close but no cigar

You know...you know who you are

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Jesus what a fucking close call,

The board ceo, i'm glad you all