This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Run on a ramage until the world ends

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends