This is a song about "And i cant handle not being yours"

I'm cursed i cant quench the thirst of being better of with worse

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Guess i cant be me or not being me

Im not a small dog on a leash, you cant handle this

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

And you cant handle our fame,

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

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

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Don't think i can handle the thought of you being gone forever