This is a song about "I am holding my poop"

But the thing i miss most is holding my pretty

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Am trying my best but always da same. i feel like am locked up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Holding back the anger i wanna shoot out

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Always holding the world on my shoulder

But five years from now i bet she see

And what's funny i am my own mystery

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Most my nouns are 98 degrees,check my history i am the1

I am the killer of my rivals. holding guns while reading bibles.

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love