This is a song about "Money run de world"

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

To this corner office is so enormous

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

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Without the sound of guns

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

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Run on a ramage until the world ends