This is a song about "Money run de world"

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Taking over the world while the money adds up

"how money running this world?!"

But i murder him first

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

They say nothings ever free

I run for the money

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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