This is a song about "Cant handle my shit"

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

You cant handle me in person,

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

You cant even handle 2 bars

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

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Uhh i cant handle the crap i get from home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

And you cant handle our fame,

I say i’m wrong, you say come again