This is a song about "Counter strke"

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

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

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

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

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

To your counterattack i just counter it back

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

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck