This is a song about "Close"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

In front of our building, they was my heroes

It came so close to being the end

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

And naw i'm not the best but dammit i'm close

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

Didn't do a thing at all

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Like a line full of hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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