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

I can handle a murder myself, i do not need a special division

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

Since i cant stand any thing that's being televised

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

If i was yours, and you were mine.

All the bitches know my name

And you cant handle our fame,

I'm not no saint but still i try to do good and shit where you all can't,

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

You cant even handle 2 bars