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

Guess i cant be me or not being me

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Guess i cant be me or not being me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Industry and the strings attached to yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

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

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

I'm not a small dog on a leash / you cant handle this

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

And you cant handle our fame,