This is a song about "Money run de world"

Re-directed de-ci-sions

I only got four minutes

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

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

We left em a world that's cursed

"how money running this world?!"

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Taking over the world while the money adds up

I run for the money

Not hungry for my poetry

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

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

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

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

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen