This is a song about "Money run de world"

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

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

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

My whole family was concerned of the music i had learned

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

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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