This is a song about "Conter strike"

I can smell it when i go outside

I'll fuck you after i strike

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Strike you as i brought in a thunderstorm

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

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

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

You could strike lottery, with a hammer harder than metal pottery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts