This is a song about "Money run de world"

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous