This is a song about "Counter strike global offensive"

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

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

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

We race foreign cars, custom models

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

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

Half the global wealth is split on one percent

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

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

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Catch me writing offensive lyrics, catch you with a purse

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Got my niggas denying global warming