This is a song about "Counter strike source"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

#startin' #shit #without #a #source like a #school #debate #team,

Your bitch just ain't full of you, she just might be a dyke

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

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Cause we dope as fuck and only get a two in the source

I wanna die and watch my dark soul fade, leaving the kitchen blade, on the counter,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her