This is a song about "Counter strikes"

I rip the mic your shocked from my immeasurable strikes

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

And still we've got that deficit, he drone strikes, then severs ties,

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Noun98,apparently late,ive already ate ur bitches ass now its ur turn,

Ima murder all these people with lightning strikes as i watch there bodies burn.

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

He strikes a matchstick to ignite his plastic dolly for sex

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,