This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Honestly i could run this world better, be a better captain.

Ill give you a run for your money

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please