This is a song about "Money run de world"

Ill give you a run for your money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

This why we get up in the morning

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Long as she come to me first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face