This is a song about "My brain"

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

And starts to illuminate my brain

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

It went from comin home late to inhalin smoke in my brain

Pink drank on, sprite work

My brain is a bit scattered.

Thieves lurking in the dark like poltergeist, moving pieces of my brain

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Nigga pass the white let it hit my brain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Grown men in this game

Right now using my left brain

Searching for fortune and fame

When the bullet's in my brain

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Lighting up the jays, that i want in my brain