This is a song about "Counter"

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,

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well