This is a song about "The hold"

I became the counterpart and learned to hold the hard

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

Our history that they stole, africa

// [you can hold all the cards]

Finish line with the tire marks

Through all the rain and the pain

Hold down the ones, that do same

You know im the shit boy you better hold ya nose.

In front of our building, they was my heroes

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Just hold it, fuck past and the future

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

You would never think i would be the one the devil got a hold.