This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

During the summer my addiction took a turn for tha worst

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

All the money in the world can't take this pain away

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her