This is a song about "Can you handle the heat"

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

People say god only gives you what you can handle,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

It's not my fault that you can not handle this cannabis,

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

The world's not against you, you just cannot handle shit,

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Leave you behind sheets cause the streets heat like a masked enforcer.

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

That's the main reason why you nigga's need to handle ya bitches

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

You can't handle my heat like the spurs in the moment