This is a song about "Money run de world"

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

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

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Long as she come to me first

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Taking over the world while the money adds up

It's not making sense to you right now but

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

Regardless to all them, i appease her