This is a song about "Counter strile"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

To your counterattack i just counter it back

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

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

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell