This is a song about "Money run de world"

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

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

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

Ill give you a run for your money

And all women who had light features, see