This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

Cause my mother let me do what i want

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

Re-directed de-ci-sions

It's moe, all i need is more chips

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

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

I run for the money

What them tippers don't see

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed