This is a song about "Holding on to his love"

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And then along came the wrong man for her

Always holding the world on my shoulder

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

All we need is convienient love

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Went back to the first 1 sttill on the floor and i broke his neck grabbed his