This is a song about "Strike"

He gave 'em the platform

Calm down before i strike i warn

Always found common ground when i was the one they could strike...

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Strike quickly and fast, heavy like boulders/

Up in the sky, on a gulf stream tour

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

In my head set back ready to strike im pouncing,

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike