This is a song about "The hold"

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

Off the top of the dome, hold up lemme change my flow

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Hold the key to these bullshit as concepts

// [you can hold all the cards]

Finish line with the tire marks

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

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

Because i strangle hold, the tale is told

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

My gold and bitches? the way i hold the biscuit?

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that