This is a song about "Hold"

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

To get to hold your hand

I'll get to em when i land

You haters put up your guards

// [you can hold all the cards]

After every show, a dream she hold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

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

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Hold your arms cry and wallow

I'm going off the top of the brain

And hold them captive like bane