This is a song about "Haters and fame"

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

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

To all my non-believers and haters

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

I see the lights the camera and the fame

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Remember pac and biggie to them i say fuck the fame,

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

And you cant handle our fame,

And my niggas all the same