This is a song about "Counter strik"

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

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

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

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

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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

To your counterattack i just counter it back

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock