This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

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

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

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

"how money running this world?!"

She wanted to fight at first

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends