This is a song about "One strike"

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Strike you as i brought in a thunderstorm

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

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

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

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

Always prepared to strike just waiting for when the times right

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass