This is a song about "Hold your hand"

Black woman you cold

Put your rapping on hold,

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

I rather hold hand and be your man

I miss your hand, give me one chance

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

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

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

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

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

Just put your hand on the glass

Cause you're most likely to crash