This is a song about "Money run de world"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

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

Re-directed de-ci-sions

I never fit in with them light skins

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Honestly i could run this world better, be a better captain.

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

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

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

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

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

The day before is better than the present