This is a song about "Money run de world"

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

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

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Taking over the world while the money adds up

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please