This is a song about "Money run de world"

"how money running this world?!"

But i murder him first

Taking over the world while the money adds up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

I run for the money

I came up hungry