This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

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

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

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Taking over the world while the money adds up

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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