This is a song about "Close"

That gyal want mi ride har

You get close but no cigar

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Shawty was pinkberry sweet and i ain't lactose

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Jesus what a fucking close call,

As i'm watching the snow fall

Close your eyes my face is

I'm in love with your business

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light