This is a song about "Hold hands"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

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

You will join, into destiny's hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Ya whats my future hold/

The truth shall be told

I got a green bag with them blue strands

I ended someones life with these two hands

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