This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Re-directed de-ci-sions

I never fit in with them light skins

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace