This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

Balling, but it’s not a game

‘cause i’ve got a brain

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Im gonna stay on your brain

Then lost her faith again

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

When the bullet's in my brain

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Blow trees like a hurricane

And starts to illuminate my brain

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train