This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

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

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

And getting money is the song i sing

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please