This is a song about "Counter stirke"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

To your counterattack i just counter it back

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free