This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends