This is a song about "Global offensive"

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

The mic's offensive with lines i've written

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

They're the prey, that's why we take the offensive

Half the global wealth is split on one percent

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Catch me writing offensive lyrics, catch you with a purse

Got my niggas denying global warming

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

I'm clocking three past six and going postal

Rep misses a-u-g-a and now i'm going global/

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Yeah there's some distaste up in my rhymes and i'm offensive and i'm blind,

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind