This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

They say nothings ever free

I run for the money