This is a song about "Money run de world"

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

"how money running this world?!"

We left em a world that's cursed

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

Run on a ramage until the world ends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese