This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Taking over the world while the money adds up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Long as she come to me first

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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

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