This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

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

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

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

I run for the money

Blow up on this society

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Some niggas slept on me but i dont see the snoring

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