This is a song about "Still hold"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hold up i'm your baby.

Ya whats my future hold/

Women front, they get its cold

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Who feel like they've been overthrown, but still can hold the throne,

I'll get to em when i land

To get to hold your hand

Put her into a sleeper hold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

And hold up i'm almost through