This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

An illusion of the brain

I live my life in tha fast lane

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

I'm the fuckin' menace inside everyone's brain

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

Right now using my left brain

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Kanye had to get that brain

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

You know that love is a very serious thing