This is a song about "Tack"

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

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

Like curses on the radio

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Sharp and sleek as a tack

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

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you