This is a song about "Money pon mi brain"

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Music is money, money isn't music

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Right now using my left brain

Upstairs inside of my brain,

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

Balling, but it’s not a game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

When the bullet's in my brain

Im gonna stay on your brain

Love turns into pain

An illusion of the brain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine