This is a song about "Money run de world"

"how money running this world?!"

We left em a world that's cursed

All green nigga pick six

Re-directed de-ci-sions

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

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look