This is a song about "I hold on"

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

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And live free and noone hold nothin on me

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

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Better hold on a little tighter here i go

But wait, hold on, let's not forget

Half your body laying on my chest

Leave my heart on stage when i hold a mic

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

My dreams of being something were put on hold.

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old