This is a song about "Money run de world"

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

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

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Ill give you a run for your money

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,