This is a song about "Cant handle me"

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

No....u cant handle these weapons!

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

Trying to give them light and a message

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Cant impeach me, you cant breech me,

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Started flying off the handle, call me mr sheen

To handle me and all i've given you

Might be leaving with me before the night is through