This is a song about "One strike"

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

Strike you as i brought in a thunderstorm

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

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

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

There are times when you'll need someone

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

We can leave before midnight for sure

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

I'll strike you like a lightening glow

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Strike quickly and fast, heavy like boulders/

Talking about the god you serve

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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