This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Run on a ramage until the world ends

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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 you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

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