This is a song about "Cunter striker"

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Toak so hard, that the cough might hurt

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

You could strike lottery, with a hammer harder than metal pottery

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

I'll fuck you after i strike

Which you know i'm different, right

Battle rap's my habitat, i'm a plaque stacker,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Leave me to bite the air and feel the hurt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard