This is a song about "Money run de world"

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

"how money running this world?!"

But i murder him first

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

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

I only got four minutes

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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