This is a song about "Counter strke"

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

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

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

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

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

She can only take so much more than her heart got

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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay