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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Catch me writing offensive lyrics, catch you with a purse

I wanna die and watch my dark soul fade, leaving the kitchen blade, on the counter,

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

Pick the knife up off the counter and make the first slice/

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I'll strike you like a lightening glow

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

It's a beautiful bliss

On whole new level of offensive,

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell