This is a song about "Capital gains tax"

They don't vote, then i change the tax laws, like "fuck it then",

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

"what are these wealthy tax breaks that you all are asking of?"

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

I'm capital grief , driving from the back of the seat,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Our leaders all get wrapped up in wire-tapping tax scandals,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks