This is a song about "To hot to handle"

Than you gotta have a handle on your arse to take

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Even my analyst is struggling to handle this

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

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"

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Every hot topic, started to discuss it

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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