This is a song about "Counter strike2"

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

To your counterattack i just counter it back

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I can only imagine, uncle bob

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

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

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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