This is a song about "Money run de world"

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Don't listen to what others day, you will live another day. there's no stopping a

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Taking over the world while the money adds up

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot