This is a song about "Money run de world"

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Re-directed de-ci-sions

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

Cause my mother let me do what i want

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Vaccines can't protect cha from the rap dean's infectious tech burst

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