This is a song about "I hold on"

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Rap game on hold all for the kid

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Maybe its god putting the good things on hold.

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

My dreams of being something were put on hold.

Don't ever phone, i'll put you on hold like i fucking strapped a gram,

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Better hold on a little tighter here i go

He rose high up in the sky, i gave the advise to hold back on the rhymes

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

Pay dues like a hair salon

Swisher almost gone, hold on

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold