This is a song about "Money run de world"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Run on a ramage until the world ends

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Ill give you a run for your money

Not hungry for my poetry

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

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