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

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Taking over the world while the money adds up

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Ill give you a run for your money

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,