This is a song about "To hot to handle"

Even my analyst is struggling to handle this

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

When i get to warwick avenue

To handle me and all i've given you

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Hot bars to enter train me, and a platform to express me

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Cause it was too damn hot and i needed to chill

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

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

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Just too much to handle, with no one to blame

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim