This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Im gonna stay on your brain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Upstairs inside of my brain,

Balling, but it’s not a game

‘cause i’ve got a brain

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Well rick james, maury jane

Blood stain, your slain, your brain