This is a song about "Income"

I'm low-income right now, i'm moving to a shotgun,

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

When most whites are low-income, and they're seen as rednecks,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

You get paid less than my income tax,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I'm low-income right now, i'm moving to a shotgun,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Income comes cause in your mouth they cum when you suck dicks

We parents are low-income, and i'm white, so no scholarships,

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers