This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

That i can only love you when you undressed

Run on a ramage until the world ends

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.