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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

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

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

You know that love is a very serious thing

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

Tied our stomach in knots, nothing could stop us now,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

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

So pretentious with no potential

I dropped an elbow on the one tryed to tackle me down

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,