This is a song about "Money run de world"

We're living in a fantasy

I run for the money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Ill give you a run for your money

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

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

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

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation