This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

You can't erase these words from your brain

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

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Through all the rain and the pain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

They think they bring that pain

‘cause i’ve got a brain

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

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

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

It's been nothing but pain

Right now using my left brain