This is a song about "Close"

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

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

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I'm runnin' screen homies, you can let that socket close

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

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

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes