This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

Well rick james, maury jane

Got a new song in my brain.

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

An illusion of the brain

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Music is money, money isn't music

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Right now using my left brain

I got that goodman game

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Upstairs inside of my brain,

Im courtside, wizard game

And starts to illuminate my brain