This is a song about "I tackle"

Well, maybe not forever

Damn i think i love her

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Here i go again, falling in love

I know i say this enough

So if there's any midget willing to tackle the king

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Where the black girls get their weaves back

And i thought i was black

But i can't and i won't

Hand to hand in the cold

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

I know more yeah i adore