This is a song about "Money run de world"

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Taking over the world while the money adds up

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

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

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

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