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

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

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

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

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

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

The child was holding her finger with a smile on his face...

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

To protect him on his travels

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

To put food on the table..clothes on his back