This is a song about "To hot to handle"

Just too much to handle, with no one to blame

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Quick im hear for kills and a man of my stature is to much for you to handle

You need to handle ya business

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

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

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Even my analyst is struggling to handle this

But its to much to handle it would seem like a blur

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

It takes a lot to entice me then i can't handle the pressure/

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

When i got too much to handle on my mind.