This is a song about "Money run de world"

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Re-directed de-ci-sions

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

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Taking over the world while the money adds up