This is a song about "Money run de world"

Let me rideuntil i get free

Ill give you a run for your money

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

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

Taking over the world while the money adds up

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

We left em a world that's cursed

"how money running this world?!"

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