This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Taking over the world while the money adds up

It's not making sense to you right now but

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face