This is a song about "Money run de world"

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her