This is a song about "Shakepreares globe"

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I'm gonna proudly spit dope, just like my rhymes are a bounty globe,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Yeah i run this earth , the globe u livin on

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

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

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

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Around the globe and i hope that you say nope for the

An once i've revealed your bullshit to the globe, i'm sure i'll be the one that

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

It flew across the globe and heated the hearts like a stove