This is a song about "Bitches cant handle me dick fatter than candles be ima squeeze untill baddie squeeks"

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Bringing a crew would be good but, yall cant handle my fleet

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Bitches on his dick [deck]

I respect that you don't know yet

You cant handle me in person,

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Guess i cant be me or not being me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

So i gotta spit to this

My dick, stupid bitches

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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