This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Blow trees like a hurricane

An illusion of the brain

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

And starts to illuminate my brain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Music is money, money isn't music

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

In you brain money is the game.. this green got me higher then a plane

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

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