This is a song about "Holding on to dreams"

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Yet unable to pay for cable in my dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Cause thats really that matters to me and my mommas both dreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

And you can see it on the bill thats in your pocket your holding

It's no wonder why i go in any hood like i am knowing

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,

As death was holding' onto his soul the ''light'' came to sight

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

I'm holding something to make the angel and devil on your shoulder run

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Always holding the world on my shoulder