This is a song about "Can t tax me"

Run for cover and return fire

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Acting like they can kill me, rapping like they can harm me,

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

So i get higher than my tax rates

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

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

Fuck the tax rates! they've challenged my patience!

So i guess that's where i hide my things