This is a song about "Global offensive"

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

On whole new level of offensive,

Got my niggas denying global warming

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation

The mic's offensive with lines i've written

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Catch me writing offensive lyrics, catch you with a purse

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

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

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

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch