This is a song about "Money run de world"

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Ill give you a run for your money

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world