This is a song about "Fishing tackle"

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

I'll tackle fuckin' fans on stage, i spread lyrical cancer plagues,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

To you, ill take you out fishing an leave the sharks with something to chew, no rescue,

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

I feel like it's an issue that we need to tackle

Chasing after a dream lining up the tackle

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

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Flow so swift no linebacker can tackle,

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

If lay-low thinks he can start shit, well i'll tackle him,