This is a song about "Hold your hand"

Just put your hand on the glass

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

I rather hold hand and be your man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Would you place your left hand on the bible and raise your right hand and repeat after me?

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

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

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

I miss your hand, give me one chance

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

And if i lose my mental, just hold my hand