This is a song about "Counter strike global offecive"

Its global enslavement, they've taken over the nation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Got my niggas denying global warming

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Psych! already tried before, that phone call equals a fueled strike/

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Blinding light/defining strike

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

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen