This is a song about "Counter strikes"

Fatality... zylo strikes again

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

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

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

Disaster strikes best call hushman the one all the kiddies wanna be like

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Disaster strikes demons follow when you summon the mic,

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

You already have two strikes, i'm your third one, your out bitches

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

If its not couture, i will not go to her

The light strikes the ground and opens a fissure