This is a song about "Close"

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

So while you worry about the hoes

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

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

Shawty was pinkberry sweet and i ain't lactose

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Clips in the play clothes

Woo dame that was too close

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Ive come *this* close to snapping