This is a song about "Counter strike global offence"

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

I'll strike you like a lightening glow

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

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,

Cause i feel its right

Blinding light/defining strike

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

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