This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

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

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford