This is a song about "Money run de world"

My turf, strong nerve, never on the reverse, stay rehearsed or cursed,

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

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

Long as she come to me first

"how money running this world?!"

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

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

Taking over the world while the money adds up

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

All the money in the world can't take this pain away

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Run on a ramage until the world ends