This is a song about "Capital gains tax"

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

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

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Now if you give us a chance

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

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

And they're robbing our money for tax