This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Balling, but it’s not a game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Got a new song in my brain.

I ain't interested in fame

Imma make it rain

When the bullet's in my brain

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Upstairs inside of my brain,

Something just clicks in my brain

Through all the rain and the pain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

You're not usin' your brain

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh