This is a song about "Counter strike go"

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

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

I'll buy the whole bar, lean on the counter, all my niggas trip

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Blinding light/defining strike

But who gives a fuck you here tonight