This is a song about "Counter strik"

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

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

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

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

To your counterattack i just counter it back

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

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