This is a song about "Holding on"

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Holding sway over my body and mind

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

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

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Hopped up holding an axe and saw

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

While holding the gun backwards!

Let's enjoy our younger years