This is a song about "Being held here"

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

Cause being in here is all 'bout your hard work

The jager in my cup is licorice black

But nobody saw the pain she held back

I held back my anger and comebacks

Switch swag on you little dick fags

And you could find interest

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

When i held you i used to cry

You other brothers can’t deny

My poetry all i've ever written her is held by ligaments

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

When i held you i used to cry

But i can’t be held responsible for the things that i said

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set