This is a song about "Money run de world"

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

All the money in the world can't take this pain away

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

Honestly i could run this world better, be a better captain.

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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