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

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

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

Myself as a prominent figure

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

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

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook