This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

To give you all a fuck, i guess i'd have to go and find it first,

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

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

That scary love, never get married love

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

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.