This is a song about "Counter rap"

You, you, you have to pay for that

The michael myers of rap,

I'll buy the whole bar, lean on the counter, all my niggas trip

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

He finally begins to rap,

Here come a technical rap

Pass that, catch back, fast that

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

The reason why i rap

Can’t you hear that

I just wanna be higher than that

This is the pinnacle of rap

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury