This is a song about "Counter strike"

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

We will never die, we are forever alive

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

I'm gonna strike you with black led,

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

We race foreign cars, custom models

It sends her on a trip so right

I'll fuck you after i strike

Hold up, maryland, i am so tour

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay