This is a song about "Money run de world"

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

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

Long as she come to me first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

But you never come when you period is five days

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Taking over the world while the money adds up

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

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