This is a song about "Wealth"

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

With this i just hit level twelve, but please don't think i sit full of wealth

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

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

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

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

In itself it brought wealth through crime and tough living

With those crazy ass people at the county building

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

The more wealth the more tore felt.

I practiced till that shit made perfect

On this side of the tracks there's only riches and wealth

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares