This is a song about "Being held back"

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

But i doubt youd ever want to go back to being dutch

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

So it's about time i went back to being the protagonist:

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

And this was where my best and my worst days were held

And then held it for ransom

Me and my microphone could be one

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Its like being held in shackles with an ocean front view to humiliate

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

But nobody saw the pain she held back

Go back to your roots and quit being a benevolent sexist

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift