This is a song about "Income tax"

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

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

And they're robbing our money for tax

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

They don't vote, then i change the tax laws, like "fuck it then",

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

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

But if you're a millionaire, fuck tax rates, a higher section,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

State this here, you're facing a tax