This is a song about "I tackle"

I know that i should forget

I respect that you don't know yet

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

I pack a lip, smack a bitch, tackle her and crack her ribs

You feel it from your head to your toes

Everyday i hate, i loath,

Yeah i think i can.. no i know i can,

It's all over now, take it like a man

I know i say this enough

Always knew where the pot was

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

I can only imagine, uncle bob