This is a song about "Hold her"

And hold up i'm almost through

South beach fountain blue

And first off, i ain't trying to be conscious

We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us

Hold your arms cry and wallow

And yall niggas the right flow

Is a space that now you hold

But for long time i had gone cold

Black woman you cold

Ya whats my future hold/

She wants me to drive her crazy/ hold up/ first let me test drive

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

I'd rather have her put a ring on and hold her hand