This is a song about "Money run de world"

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

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