This is a song about "Money run de world"

All the money in the world can't take this pain away

No days off and that's even on a snow day

Taking over the world while the money adds up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

But you never come when you period is five days

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

I run for the money

Blow up on this society

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Run on a ramage until the world ends