This is a song about "Cpunter strike"

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Always prepared to strike just waiting for when the times right

I'll strike you like a lightening glow

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Spheres of shadow strike the gates

One verse is all it takes

I beg for them to strike back and eat these people,

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

I beg for them to strike back and eat these people,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Always found common ground when i was the one they could strike...

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure