This is a song about "Still hold"

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

After every show, a dream she hold

Ya whats my future hold/

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Put your rapping on hold,

Black woman you cold

Planet's gold but it's potent to hold me till my breath is still

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

To get to hold your hand

And bijies like im out and

Swisher almost gone, hold on

When you took my hand up so calm

And u aint a stage artist. ...bt u still have to hold my black mic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick