This is a song about "Counter strike global offensive"

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Catch me writing offensive lyrics, catch you with a purse

To your counterattack i just counter it back

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Rep misses a-u-g-a and now i'm going global/

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

She might be goin' home with me tonight

Blinding light/defining strike

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

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