This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

To give you all a fuck, i guess i'd have to go and find it first,

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

We're living in a fantasy

I run for the money

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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