This is a song about "I tackle"

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

And i don't rely on no bitches

Well i think i inherit this

Flow so swift no linebacker can tackle,

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

I know that i should forget

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

I know more yeah i adore

Turn it up a little more

I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men