This is a song about "Close"

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

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

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

Guess i’m different than most

Woo dame that was too close

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

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