This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I live my life in tha fast lane

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Music is money, money isn't music

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Yeah, mi casa su casa, got a stripper like gaza

And starts to illuminate my brain

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Im gonna stay on your brain

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Then lost my faith again

An illusion of the brain

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

I ain't interested in fame