This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

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

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace