This is a song about "How i handle problems"

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

With psychological problems i live a constant cycle

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

I could handle this on my own

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Rhymes that i spit won't be to hard for you to handle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Lets just say i had problems

Good kids make bad grown ups

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

When it's time for rap this is how i handle it