This is a song about "Getting close"

Im washin off another plate

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

You get close but no cigar

You know...you know who you are

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Close your eyes my face is

Pocket racked up all big faces

I kill shows and bag more clothes

Woo dame that was too close

Keep ya friends close enimies closer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Could of lost two very close friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments