This is a song about "Money run de world"

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

We gunna take this party on into the morning

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the