This is a song about "Cause i hold to my money"

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

I hold the weight... of all my victims on my shoulders bro

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Check my letter i got christmas money,

And to my mother i apologise sincerely cause i

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

I met silver, told him to hold my beer as i dove in

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

So close to my heart i hold you

Don't fuck around and make it true