This is a song about "Counter strikes"

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

He strikes a matchstick to ignite his plastic dolly for sex

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

Or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

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