This is a song about "Money run de world"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

"how money running this world?!"

Long as she come to me first

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Vaccines can't protect cha from the rap dean's infectious tech burst

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