This is a song about "3 strikes"

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

I rip the mic your shocked from my immeasurable strikes

Call me 3 days grace, im 3 doors down

The fourth one, i like to kick around

And still we've got that deficit, he drone strikes, then severs ties,

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Disaster strikes demons follow when you summon the mic,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Still you get ten strikes if it's fucked up, controllin',

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him