This is a song about "Money run de world"

But i murder him first

"how money running this world?!"

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

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

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

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

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

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report