This is a song about "Handling emotions"

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Well my mic devotion brings out my deepest emotions

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Handling papers y'all bout to get served,

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

All these emotions runnin through ma mind

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

All the emotions and the notions conceded

Feelings and emotions all unset

Code red, which means you go red

Thought this was forever love

Your emotions and focus

The kid is swiftly handling his business

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love