This is a song about "Capital gains tax"

No more forcing prison on the tax payers, the rest pay,

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

#paired like #analogies, i'm earning #capital, you're the #lesser #g, that's all from me

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

So i get higher than my tax rates

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

The crime game? bully for no gains, you the only one, to show pain,

If i don't make that man there dance

State this here, you're facing a tax

We getting money, you can face the facts

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"