This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

Floor seats at that wizards game

When the bullet's in my brain

Upstairs inside of my brain,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

And starts to illuminate my brain

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

Then lost her faith again

Jabberwocky for a brain

Right now using my left brain

I can make it rain