This is a song about "Awp counter strike global offensive"

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Half the global wealth is split on one percent

Half your body laying on my chest

Catch me writing offensive lyrics, catch you with a purse

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

Got my niggas denying global warming

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like

Always found common ground when i was the one they could strike...

Calm down before i strike i warn

He gave 'em the platform