This is a song about "Hit tax"

Try to hit us , we hit back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Spit shit quick its a hit

State this here, you're facing a tax

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

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

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

Understand how i planned to hit

Y'all similes is literal shit

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Found out she living off tax that's hood, then started my attack