This is a song about "I tackle"

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

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

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Make the fingers snap

And i thought i was black

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Damn i think i love her

She can't be my mother

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

I go in i go hard i go ham, i don't stop

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Flow so swift no linebacker can tackle,