This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection