This is a song about "Money run de world"

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

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

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

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

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

She wanted to fight at first

"how money running this 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,