This is a song about "Money run de world"

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

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

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Taking over the world while the money adds up