This is a song about "Counter strikes"

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

The light strikes the ground and opens a fissure

Fatality... zylo strikes again

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

I rip the mic your shocked from my immeasurable strikes

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Still you get ten strikes if it's fucked up, controllin',

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind