This is a song about "I tackle"

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

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

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

I cannot explain, i cannot.

You see him as a god

Everyday i hate, i loath,

She's bad and she knows

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Chasing after a dream lining up the tackle

I know that i should forget

Give us this day, our daily bread

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop