This is a song about "Money run de world"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

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

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Regardless to all them, i appease her

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

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

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

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace