This is a song about "How i handle problems"

Here i go again, falling in love

Lets just say i had problems

Get a one-dollar raised and thinks i can’t handle it,

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

With psychological problems i live a constant cycle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Don't think i can handle the thought of you being gone forever

I'm high,but i still can handle wheels

Little more weed, first class seats

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love