This is a song about "Man hold"

My niggas is winning though

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

Hold up call it prime time, hold up i'm a mob bomb.

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Put your rapping on hold,

I say that the pool is closed

And run away, because hip hop couldnt hold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Hold up, now come on man let me respect your religious beliefs.

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Just lay back, get your face slapped

To get to hold your hand