This is a song about "Money run de world"

I ain't hugging the corner, but i hustle so enormous

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

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

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

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

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

But make sure if they do see

Ill give you a run for your money

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends