This is a song about "Jacinto counter strike pro"

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

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

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

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

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside