This is a song about "Holding you"

All you niggas getting killed with your mouths opentrying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping

Our hands tight holding, the river calm flowing/ wishing for you, that dandelion im blowing/

I don't really know what's holding you

The boa know they loving the crew

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

Holding hands, kissing idols.

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

He is holding your thighs...

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Now she got you in your neck with the knife that she was holding

You thought i wasn't ready, there's no holding it in, it done left me,

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy