This is a song about "Money run de world"

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

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

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

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

I was playing with guns

Re-directed de-ci-sions

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

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

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

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

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

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit