This is a song about "Counter strike global offensive"

From the back seat, back seat

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

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

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

The mic's offensive with lines i've written

I'll fuck you after i strike

Get ready to ignite

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

I'll strike you like a lightening glow

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

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

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

Shout out my nigga miles

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

They're the prey, that's why we take the offensive