This is a song about "Money run de world"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,

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

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

"how money running this world?!"

We left em a world that's cursed

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

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

But i can only love you when you undressed

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

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