This is a song about "Globe town"

Without music i'm no hope my whole globe will explode

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Till we run this fucking town

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

When we see you running round town

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

Make your mark all over the town

I drive that all around

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

My job isn't done, too many faggots to be shown in this globe/

Don’t mean i ain't ‘posed to take you down

Pretending it counts, offending the town

I thought i recognized her

Ball like a globe trotter