This is a song about "Knots of the kuchen tackle"

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I'm taking shots, y'all faking knots, conscious? i'm paid to talk it,

Guy fawkes tie esophagus knots beige

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

I'll tackle fuckin' fans on stage, i spread lyrical cancer plagues,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

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

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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