This is a song about "Counter strike global offencice"

Rep misses a-u-g-a and now i'm going global/

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Wino might find yo' sight

Blinding light/defining strike

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

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

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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