This is a song about "Money run de world"

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

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

Re-directed de-ci-sions

I was playing with guns

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Taking over the world while the money adds up

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

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