This is a song about "I tackle"

I think found where your mind was

I know i say this enough

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

I messed up i guess, i will admit

Baby, you know who you are

Damn i think i love her

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

When i'm on it, on it like my job

I cannot explain, i cannot.

Tears that our fore fathers cry

And i will cut it short for i,

They forgot about the fourth coast

But i can't and i won't