This is a song about "Holding hands"

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

All we need is convienient love

Holding hands, kissing idols.

Always holding the world on my shoulder

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Other rappers holding udders dole a molten stutter

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

Every night spent lonely, no memories worth holding,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring