This is a song about "Hold your hand"

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Your window i smashed, on your couch i land, woop! remote in hand,

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

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

Box of chocalates right in your hand.

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Things are better rough, your boyfriend's would know first hand/

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Who real bitches check me out though