This is a song about "One strike"

We race foreign cars, custom models

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

One day i might strike ya ass when i blow the fuse,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

And everything to strike withdrew adjuster twirled

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

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

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

Calm down before i strike i warn

He gave 'em the platform

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right