This is a song about "To hot to handle"

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I hear "i can't handle this shit, i need a handle to help me handle this shit"

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Or seek some hot shit to speak and decide to compete

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops