This is a song about "Strike"

African queen got what you need

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

Or closed casket for our troubles

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

First off congratulations on the win

In my head set back ready to strike im pouncing,

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Strike down like thunder,wheres ted the teddy bear

Cause they fear me in physical form

Calm down before i strike i warn