This is a song about "Counter strikes"

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Bitch, y'all couldn't bring me down if the entire navy strikes,

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

I rip the mic your shocked from my immeasurable strikes

He strikes a matchstick to ignite his plastic dolly for sex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Im lyrical acid/ radio active/ flow strikes like matches/ burning threw ur mattress/

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

The light strikes the ground and opens a fissure

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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

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

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