This is a song about "Money run de world"

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

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

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

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

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

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

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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