This is a song about "Money run de world"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

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

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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

During the summer my addiction took a turn for tha worst