This is a song about "Capital gains tax"

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

Capslock cause we only talk capital

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Creates this so called obama-care, takin' all the tax payer's money

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

State this here, you're facing a tax

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats