This is a song about "Money run de world"

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

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

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

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

Vaccines can't protect cha from the rap dean's infectious tech burst

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork