This is a song about "Money run de world"

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

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

Ill give you a run for your money

You a lady boss, now you fly free

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends