This is a song about "Advantageous door handle"

I got soul, there's more in store

I'll ring your bell like i'm goin door to door

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Can't handle the realness it's recurrent,

This is something different

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Well i'm telling you now her dying i cannot handle.

Saw somethin happenn next door

Need i say more out in singapore

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

// [when you walked through the door]

I hear "i can't handle this shit, i need a handle to help me handle this shit"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

You cant even handle 2 bars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops