This is a song about "Money run de world"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

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

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

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

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