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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

He gave 'em the platform

Calm down before i strike i warn

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Got my niggas denying global warming

Up in the sky, on a gulf stream tour

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up