This is a song about "Money run de world"

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

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

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

Taking over the world while the money adds up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

"how money running this world?!"

But i murder him first

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends