This is a song about "Close"

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Woo dame that was too close

But keep on your clothes

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

And this will be the song that we sing