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

Cant handle it i feel a rush of tears, been a tough year

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

This was a quick trash i hope yours is not as wack!

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

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

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

And don't you bring your camera phone

Uhh i cant handle the crap i get from home

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Get a one-dollar raised and thinks i can’t handle it,