This is a song about "I hold"

Hold up, give me a second i got the poops

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

I rather hold hand and be your man

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Because i strangle hold, the tale is told

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Feeling reawakened now i know what i hold is sacred

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

Because i hold the golden chrome, so i'm never home alone,

Hold the mike i gotta rip it while it's hot, skeet drop

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block