This is a song about "Counter terrorists"

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Stereotypes call them terrorists, always got a scheme

Higher spots, like terrorists y'all are taking me hostage,

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

Due to my underselling no i did not get that bentley

Terrorists among the world that we live in,

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

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

Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar countsbusters is jealous and half these niggas is punks

Felt adventurous, sent you petulant menaces to the center of executive terrorists