This is a song about "To hot to handle"

Try to get out, i doubt you will find the handle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Cause it was too damn hot and i needed to chill

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Or seek some hot shit to speak and decide to compete

Than you gotta have a handle on your arse to take

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

This terrorist bitch gave me up/ i was to much to handle , cause

Every hot topic, started to discuss it

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Come to my street and try to handle this heat