This is a song about "Counter stike"

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

To your counterattack i just counter it back

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

If i can leave this place, and just get away

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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