This is a song about "Hold hamds"

Hand to hand in the cold

Put her into a sleeper hold,

To get to hold your hand

I'll get to em when i land

Wait hold up, now i'm ready

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I should have known from the start boy

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

Is a space that now you hold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

And run away, because hip hop couldnt hold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Hold up call it prime time, hold up i'm a mob bomb.

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

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party