This is a song about "Counter strike global offencice"

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

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

Amen, they say you only live once

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

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

Got my niggas denying global warming

Cut me off every time im talking

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

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

Its global enslavement, they've taken over the nation

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win