This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

My turf, strong nerve, never on the reverse, stay rehearsed or cursed,

Taking over the world while the money adds up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

Don't listen to what others day, you will live another day. there's no stopping a

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

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