This is a song about "Money run de world"

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

"how money running this world?!"

She wanted to fight at first

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 me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Run on a ramage until the world ends

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

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

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

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