This is a song about "Counter strike global offensive"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Half the global wealth is split on one percent

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

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

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Catch me writing offensive lyrics, catch you with a purse

The mic's offensive with lines i've written

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

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