This is a song about "Money run de world"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

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

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

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

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

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

Re-directed de-ci-sions

I only got four minutes

Taking over the world while the money adds up

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup