This is a song about "Hold hamds"

Women front, they get its cold

Ya whats my future hold/

And run away, because hip hop couldnt hold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Somebody hold the banana, clip

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

Wait hold up, now i'm ready

On they twitter writing novels, see

Hold off, we're not finished

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

After every show, a dream she hold

But for long time i had gone cold

To get to hold your hand

Just hustling you understand