This is a song about "Counter strik"

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

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

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

To your counterattack i just counter it back

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see