This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Ill give you a run for your money

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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

Re-directed de-ci-sions

And the v12, that's on various trips

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

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends