This is a song about "Ass hold"

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Without you here for me to hold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Is a space that now you hold

But for long time i had gone cold

And hold them captive like bane

I live my life in tha fast lane

And run away, because hip hop couldnt hold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can hold all the cards]

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though