This is a song about "Money run de world"

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

All green nigga pick six

Re-directed de-ci-sions

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent