This is a song about "Money run de world"

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

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

She wanted to fight at first

"how money running this world?!"

They say nothings ever free

I run for the money

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

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

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the