This is a song about "Counter strike global offense"

Always found common ground when i was the one they could strike...

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

I violently cause offense, shoving feces above they chin

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

To take this as on offense, don't say i'm dissin', in fact,

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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

You lowered ur guard in-spite of offense

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

To your counterattack i just counter it back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

And embarass you. put ya offense in wild cat,