This is a song about "Money run de world"

Little white boy, shoutout mac miller

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

She wanted to fight at first

"how money running this world?!"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Ill give you a run for your money

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Re-directed de-ci-sions

She likes the way it hits her lips

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