This is a song about "Money run de world"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

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

But i murder him first

"how money running this world?!"

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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