This is a song about "Money run de world"

We left em a world that's cursed

"how money running this world?!"

I run for the money

Blow up on this society

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

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

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

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

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave