This is a song about "Can t tax me"

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Super chill, some call me t-frozen, and if theres weed around i gotta

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

And they're robbing our money for tax

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score