This is a song about "Bullies pain and fame and wealth"

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Even with the money and the fame

And most our fuckin' wealth is in a percent of the population,

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation

Then these bullies fight back and hold some glass to his brothers neck

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

From working through rain and pain

Ice melts into rain

Tripling the wealth of the wicked and watch as

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Simple plans and simple pain, where's my train to fame