This is a song about "Money run de world"

But i murder him first

"how money running this world?!"

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Some niggas slept on me but i dont see the snoring

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would