This is a song about "Money run de world"

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Lil prps like 3 digits

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

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

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

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

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

Let me rideuntil i get free

Ill give you a run for your money

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Long as she come to me first

"how money running this world?!"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face