This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

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

When the bullet's in my brain

Imma make it rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Through all the rain and the pain

You're not usin' your brain

Searching for fortune and fame

Well rick james, maury jane

I guess it's in my brain

Get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, aint it funny?

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Right now using my left brain

It's been nothing but pain

And starts to illuminate my brain

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