This is a song about "Holdin up"

You brag about the hoes you holdin on the side

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Cold to the bone, holdin' my claim / as being dope with the flows n' closest to fame

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Well, um, there's a but

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Holdin' it in for four years, almost in tears

I love you though i'll still fuck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Cause imma step it up, build it up

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Now holdin won't budge, don't judge cause i'm cursed

And i been all around the world