This is a song about "Counter strike global offence"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

I'll strike you like a lightening glow

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

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

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

Everyday a star is born

Calm down before i strike i warn

And what your whip like

Blinding light/defining strike