This is a song about "Hold her"

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Nobody to hold her tell her everything's okay

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Hold off, we're not finished

And you know my drift

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Found a new rich nigga on the spot, whispering to his boys hold up, man did you see her interior?

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

And run away, because hip hop couldnt hold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

To get to hold your hand

Miami nights, made a couple grand