This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

‘cause i’ve got a brain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

You're not usin' your brain

Ice melts into rain

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

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

And starts to illuminate my brain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Well rick james, maury jane

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

It's been nothing but pain

Upstairs inside of my brain,