This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Grown men in this game

But they're filling up your brain,money let lil wayne go insane

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Heavy in the game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I got that goodman game

You're not usin' your brain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Tarantula adding poison to your brain