This is a song about "Holdin down"

I got fake people, chomping down.

I don't want no fucking crown

Come wit me you'll smoke around

What goes up must come down

Step out the shower pick up my towel, and shut the curtains, holdin in my urges,

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

You brag about the hoes you holdin on the side

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Sippin lemonade while holdin back a demon hound

Im foldin stacks no holdin back im killin this kid

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Jugglin my life and this city while holdin back a demon horde

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record