This is a song about "Counter strike global offensive"

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

I'll fuck you after i strike

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

The mic's offensive with lines i've written

Shout out my nigga miles

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

Pick the knife up off the counter and make the first slice/

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

Got my niggas denying global warming

This why we get up in the morning