This is a song about "Tack"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I rap sharply like i spit a tack at you i stick to the track like glue

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

You down on your knees when you hear my dj's beat tickety tickety tack

Sharp and sleek as a tack

I promise i'mma call you back

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe

That's why they can't mess up my flow