This is a song about "Hit tax"

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

So i get higher than my tax rates

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

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

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Can't even cop it, two cops hit

After that moscato hit

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

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

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back