This is a song about "Hold the phoen"

// [you can hold all the cards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

Hold the key to these bullshit as concepts

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

You know im the shit boy you better hold ya nose.

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Hold the mike i gotta rip it while it's hot, skeet drop

Been the type to hold grudges forever

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

// [you can hold all the cards]

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Soon the government's overthrown, we hold the throne at the peak,

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ