This is a song about "Money run de world"

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

Ill give you a run for your money

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

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

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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