This is a song about "Counter strile"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

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

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

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

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

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

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell