This is a song about "Counter strike global offensive"

Calm down before i strike i warn

December 4th a star was born

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

I swear ri got a hit with this

On whole new level of offensive,

Psych! already tried before, that phone call equals a fueled strike/

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

Amen, they say you only live once

Got my niggas denying global warming

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

I'll fuck you after i strike