This is a song about "Money run de world"

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

My whole family was concerned of the music i had learned

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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

Honestly i could run this world better, be a better captain.

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

All the money in the world can't take this pain away

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today