This is a song about "Wealth"

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

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

The more wealth the more tore felt.

Life has put her to the test

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Into #living for illusions of wealth through dilusions of self-

Blaming it on my own damn self i'm just tryna stack this wealth

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Too legendary i dont need no wealth

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears