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

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Guy fawkes tie esophagus knots beige

But i'm not in the first place

But you hate them navel kisses

Raybands...hide the face of,

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

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

To dream is to live life’s full potential

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?