This is a song about "Heroic strike"

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

Busy raising babies and living on tour

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

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

Psych! already tried before, that phone call equals a fueled strike/

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

I'm gonna strike you with black led,

Tell me what that feel like

Blinding light/defining strike

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Calm down before i strike i warn

Cause they fear me in physical form

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

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