This is a song about "Money run de 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

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

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

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

All the money in the world can't take this pain away

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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