This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

We left em a world that's cursed

"how money running this world?!"

I run for the money

Cause some of you bitches funny

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

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,