This is a song about "Money run de world"

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends