This is a song about "Handle me"

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

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

That's how we make it right

If you can't handle the fight,

Can't handle the realness it's recurrent,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

You cant even handle 2 bars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Well i'm telling you now her dying i cannot handle.

For a single criminal individual to handle.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Cant handle cause knowing me u might get smack upside your head

She'll handle shit from here

Ghost in the hook so real