This is a song about "Hold hands"

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

Where i from, it get cold

Put your rapping on hold,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Put her into a sleeper hold,

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

B.o.b, got the world in my hands/

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

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

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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