This is a song about "Holding me"

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

You thought i wasn't ready, there's no holding it in, it done left me,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Every night spent lonely, no memories worth holding,

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Hugging me, holding me, carrying me, openly not concealing me.

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown