This is a song about "Strike"

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

Mmg and that's my clique

She might be goin' home with me tonight

I'll fuck you after i strike

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

You could strike lottery, with a hammer harder than metal pottery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

And everything to strike withdrew adjuster twirled

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,