This is a song about "To hot to handle"

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

And i'll fly off like a bat that's attached to the back handle,

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

So hot when you walk i got to stop drop and roll

Than you gotta have a handle on your arse to take

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Cause it was too damn hot and i needed to chill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Even my analyst is struggling to handle this

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

That couldn't seem to handle the complexity of tying there laces,

That's the main reason why you nigga's need to handle ya bitches

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this