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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

To protect him on his travels

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Five in the air for the parents not scared to tell the kids that nothing his holding them back

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Always holding the world on my shoulder

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

Like you're the boss and no one's goin'/ to ever take you out your throne/ knowin' you'd go for 'em

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

I've been through many different types of pains, while holding on to the