This is a song about "One strike"

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

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

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Strike you as i brought in a thunderstorm

Well, the club bout to hear this song

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

Hit you with one strike, knock stars out your stripes 'cause your still what i don't like

And everything to strike withdrew adjuster twirled

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first