This is a song about "Ass hold"

To get to hold your hand

I start to think it's all planned

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Put your rapping on hold,

Where i from, it get cold

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Without you here for me to hold

That's word to my mom

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy