This is a song about "Money run de 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

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

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

"how money running this world?!"

We left em a world that's cursed

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I run for the money