This is a song about "Counter terrorist"

To your counterattack i just counter it back

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

This terrorist bitch gave me up/ i was to much to handle , cause

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

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

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

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

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay