This is a song about "Cant handle me"

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

But it was just me handing out new shit you couldn't handle

Started flying off the handle, call me mr sheen

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

It’s official, she my misses

You cant see me bitches,

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

Plottin' don’t even worry

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

No....u cant handle these weapons!

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

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Oldest nation on this earth

Cant see me or my snipers