This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

Shit with our whole family

I run for the money

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Run on a ramage until the world ends