This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

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

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

But i can only love you when you undressed

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

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

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her