This is a song about "Hit tax"

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

They don't care bout the economy as long as they benefit from the tax collection!

After that moscato hit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

And they're robbing our money for tax

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Can't even cop it, two cops hit

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Come on just "take a hit"/

About some tyga beef shit

And say, might make, some hit

One night love: i'mma need that