This is a song about "Holding my hand"

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Until the end if time

In my hand theres a nine

And if i lose my mental, just hold my hand

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Always holding the world on my shoulder

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

D12 who conveyed messages while holding hand grenades

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

But the thing i miss most is holding my pretty

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

When they give the grammy in my hand.