This is a song about "Counter strike global offense"

Over me the same peeps that have died

I'll fuck you after i strike

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

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

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

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

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

And embarass you. put ya offense in wild cat,

To your counterattack i just counter it back

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

You lowered ur guard in-spite of offense

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

No offense, don't assume people will clap