This is a song about "Close"

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

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

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Live from the lamont's rose

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Could of lost two very close friends

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

don't think about better close your mind/

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Pocket racked up all big faces

Close your eyes my face is